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Endlessly	By : KuroSakura Category: Final Fantasy VII > Crossovers Views: 899 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Final Fantasy VII nor Xenosaga, nor the characters from them. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Title: Endlessly

By: KuroSakura

Category: Final Fantasy VII/Xenosaga

Genre: Drama, Angst, Tragedy,

Couples: chaos/Canaan, Sephiroth/Vincent,

Summary: “6000 years haven't stopped the fucking scientists. But when I'm through with them, they'll wish they had never started.”

Warnings: Yaoi, mention of Yuri, Shion-bashing, MOMO-bashing, Time jumps (not the proper description...),

Disclaimer: I own neither Final Fantasy VII, nor Xenosaga.

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-Sephiroth-

He couldn't see.

It was suffocating, actually, to be unable to see, even with his eyes open. At least, he assumed they were open, but since the only way to be sure of that was to touch his eye, he was going to avoid that course of action.

Reaching out slowly and carefully, he touched a cool metal surface a few inches above the tip of his nose. He slid his hand along the surface, trying to find a break. It wasn't until he started to follow the surface to his left that he did find one; a barely perceptible break between what he now assumed was the top of whatever he was apparently inside and what was the bottom. Leaving off that exploration for a moment, he stretched out his right leg, cursing as his muscles cramped. Slamming his fist into the side of his “prison”, he started trying to work the cramp out, but there wasn't enough room; his feet hit the bottom before he could get them fully extended.

Finally reaching his limit for discomfort, he braced the leg not wracked by a cramp and his hands against the top of his box, it was a four-sided hell hole as far as he was concerned, and shoved. The lid gave easily, flying a short distance to land with a loud clang as it landed on a metal floor. He grabbed the side of the box and heaved himself out onto the floor, ignoring how cold it was to his bare skin as he massaged his leg until the pain left it.

“Fuck...” His words were barely more than a hoarse whisper as he laid his head back onto the box. What the hell had he even been doing in there? He couldn't actually remember anything...

Red eyes, tangled black hair, and a smile from an angel.

He opened his eyes, almost expecting to see those features, but was instead greeted with a rather boring view of metal rafters and various-sized crates scattered around. While thrilled with his eyesight, he couldn't pretend that his heart did not hurt without the sight of those gorgeous eyes.

Putting those eyes from his mind as the cold floor started to become uncomfortable, he gripped the side of the box and started pulling himself up. He felt curiously weak, as though he'd spent a large amount of time lying in one place and his muscles had started to atrophy. Once to his knees, he turned, looking into his box. It was completely black, which explained why he hadn't been able to see, although his eyes should have been able to adjust. Reaching inside, he felt along the bottom, wondering again why he was inside it. When his hand reached about where his head would have been, there was a lump, made indistinguishable by the poor lighting and the shadows from the side of the box.

He grabbed it, pulling it from the box to get a better look. He shook it out, and almost laughed. It was a pair of black pants. How had he not noticed the material while he'd been inside was beyond him, but as he was still bare as the day he was born, he gratefully held onto them until he could force himself into a standing position. Waiting a few moments to he sure he would stay standing, he held the pants up to his body. They looked to be long enough, and once he managed to get them on without falling, which was far trickier than he'd expected since he was only putting on a pair of damn pants, they fit like a glove.

“Which probably means they were left for me...” He muttered to himself, eying the box again. Somehow knowing that someone took the care to leave him in a box, naked, with pants, was not comforting.

“And it's marked by Vector?” A voice called from his left, hidden by a large crate. He moved as quickly as he could away from his box, crouching behind a rather small crate hidden in shadows thrown by the larger crates around it. He peered around the corner, watching as a red-headed boy and what appeared to be a soldier walked from behind the large crate.

“Yes, Little Master. It was the only thing in their hold that appeared to have been looted from the Federation's Fleet. We have no idea what was inside it; just that it was made by Vector.” The soldier said, pointing over at the box. The boy followed the soldier's direction, raising a brow as he noticed the top was off.

“Whatever was inside is out now...” The boy said, pulling a gun from beneath is black coat. He walked cautiously over to the lid of the box, a few feet away, and knelt down beside it. The soldier with him had also drawn a gun and was standing guard over the boy as he flipped the lid and studied the top of it. “Vector all right. It almost looks...” The boy stood, walking to the box, now kneeling beside that. He pressed along the corners until a control panel was revealed on one of the short sides. “Yup, there was something alive in it. Probably a Realian of some sort...” He studied the controls a bit further. “Looks as though it was supposed to be in suspended sleep until its delivery, but the destruction of the Fleet damaged something.”

“If it is a Realian, sir, should we eliminate it?” The soldier asked, and the boy looked up at him in irritation.

“Of course not. Vector would be furious. It probably hasn't gone far, so holster your gun and help me search; we can't just let it run around the cargo bay.” The boy stood, holstering his gun. “If you can hear us, we aren’t going to hurt you.” He called.

Sephiroth thought about it for a minute. He had no idea where he was, and, to be honest, he was starved. Slowly standing, he held his hands up to show he had no weapon and took small, careful steps into the open. He could feel strength returning to his legs, and supposed he should be glad for that, if nothing else.

The boy stepped forward to meet him, holding out his hand. “My name's Jr. And yours?”

Sephiroth took the hand and gave it a firm shake. “Sephiroth.”

“Sephiroth, huh? I've never heard them use that for a Realian before. What model are you, Sephiroth?” Jr. asked, looking him over.

“Model? I don't know what you are talking about.” He answered, or at least, tried. His voice cracked and failed halfway through his comment.

Jr. frowned. “Strange. Hmm.” He shrugged after a moment. “Come on, Sephiroth. You must be starved after all the time in that box. Maybe we can figure you out later, once we get in contact with Vector.” Without waiting for an answer, Jr. turned and started walking. Left with no other real option, Sephiroth started to follow, the soldier falling in behind him.

They walked through the corridors, Jr. waving and greeting the various soldiers and other people the passed. He stopped once they were in an area with larger amounts of people and opened a door to a bedroom. “Here. You can stay here while you're on board.” He pointed to a door on the left wall. “There's a bathroom through there, if you'd like to wash up a bit while I go find some food.” As before, Jr. left before Sephiroth could do more than nod. The soldier left as well, and Sephiroth waited, listening. Sure enough, he heard a very soft click, confirming that he'd been locked in.

He couldn't really blame them. They didn't know him, and, it could be protection for him as well from antsy soldiers, nervous about him being here. Deciding that there wasn't really anything he could do about it, he walked into the bathroom and stood at the sink, looking into a mirror. Emerald green eyes with odd slits in them set in a slender face with a slightly pointy chin that was framed by silver bangs and reached his chest. His hair, which hadn't bothered him because it felt so natural, reached the back of his knees and was also metallic silver. As were his eyebrows and eyelashes, he realized as he leaned closer to the mirror to give them a better look.
It felt strange, to be looking at his reflection. It wasn't like he was looking at a stranger, but he was still certain this was the first time he was seeing these features. He took a couple steps back and leaned against the wall across from the mirror, holding out his hands to inspect them. No scars, no nicks, nothing on his hands other than his skin and fingernails. The fingernails appeared to have been manicured recently, but he had no way of actually telling. He ran a hand through his hair, loving its silky softness.
He looked back in the mirror, seeing his chest in it now. Well built with no excess fat. He ran his left hand along his ribs, feeling what his eyes told him. All right, he was a man in great shape whose name was Sephiroth.

But...Who was he?
A/N: Goodness. I didn't feel safe posting only the first chapter, so here's 2, too. Read and Review please!
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